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Eternity	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Get on the floor!”
Another single gunshot echoed within the walls of the shopping establishment.
Goten’s legs had frozen from underneath him; his only confirmation that he remained living was his rapidly beating heart. And the fury rising within him, knowing that Bra’s life was in danger. Guilt plagued him; she had been in the line for peril all along. And in this moment, many innocent civilians were brought into this evil act by the gunmen that threatened their lives. He knew that he could simply destroy every individual involved just by lifting a single finger, but he was forced to maintain his promise to Bra; he had to embrace his human blood, rather than the primal fury that raged against his logic. His mind raced for a plan, but he was lost. How could he save her, yet leave all of these innocent civilians to fend for themselves? He couldn’t; he had to save as many lives as possible.
His gazed fixed to his natural line of sight to discover that no gunman was present. He bravely took advantage of this opportunity by looking inside of the store he sought his temporary refuge in. All of the occupants had scattered into makeshift hiding places, and rightfully so. Goten dove deeper into the store and discovered an elderly man hiding underneath the long rack of blazers, dressed as formal as the options offered; this man had to have been an employee. He rushed to him and knelt to his side. “Sir, do you work here?” The elder appeared to have a difficult time catching his breath, for he was using a small, white inhaler. His hands were shaking as a result of his fear. Goten placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re safe. We need the police,” Goten whispered.
“T-T-The red button… below the cash register…” the man wheezed.
The half-saiyan’s eyes bolted to the transaction center and he dove for the button almost immediately after. He did not hear an alarm, so he continued pushing it in confusion. Damn it, the alarm system must have been broken. He reached for a large, bulky telephone base and handed it to the man. “Call the police.”
“But…” The hyperventilating man gripped at his chest. “What if…”
“You’re safe. Just Stay where you are.”
“Thank you…. Thank you, young man…” When he witnessed the man slowly dial the number with shaking fingers, Goten lifted his gaze above the cash register and found that the long pathway remained bare. With more courage, he stood; he could not cower any longer. With great energy, he bolted to a high ledge on the store’s entrance across from him. He stood with ease to survey any possible action. A gunman was standing close to the decorative fountain that was installed in the center of the mall’s pathway, looking momentarily in each business. Goten leapt from this ledge and flew quickly towards him, knocking the gun out of his hand. The man attempted to attack him, but the half saiyan knew that the coward was no match for him. With no effort on his part, a single punch had thrown the man towards the fountain, shattering the foundation. An orb of energy developed from his palm and shot at the weapon, and Goten disappeared into another business once more.
“Find the bitch!” He heard one of the intimidating villains shout.
He quickly realized that the business was a gift shop. He dashed from aisle to aisle at such a blinding speed, looking at every terrified soul who had cowered in any possible refuge, only to be disappointed that Bra was not here. No surprise, he had thought. She could have been anywhere. His stand was behind a large display of stuffed animals when he eyed the store across from him; a children’s boutique. In normal circumstances, he doubted that Bra would visit this part of the mall.
However, these were not normal circumstances.
Despite the uncertainty, he leapt towards the shop. However, he had halted his speed, for one of the members were already inside and had their weapon drawn towards a young couple, who were knelt towards the floor, shaking in fear, begging for their lives. Without hesitation, Goten charged towards him and kicked the weapon out of his hand. The man jumped back at the sudden disarming before he was kicked against the wall. Taking advantage of this, the shop’s occupants charged out of the business and towards the south exit into an escape. Repeating his actions from earlier, he destroyed the gunman’s weapon and bolted from the shop.
He hovered into the air, towards the long, open ceiling to witness several gunmen coming to their ally’s aid. They had attempted to revive the gunman from unconsciousness by shouting the question of who had done this to him. Smirking, Goten flew away in victory, only to freeze at the sight of a store’s sign. Without thinking of any possible repercussions, Goten dove into the lingerie boutique.
He quickly filled his lungs with air and was victorious in finding Bra’s scent! Oh, thank the heavens. He followed the direction closely and it had led him to the end of the long row of dressing rooms inconspicuous by the dozens of sales racks. Goten hovered and looked over the privacy structure, finding Bra huddled into the corner, attempting to suffocate her hysterical cries. He had whispered her name and her eyes had shot up in fear. He jumped into the dressing room only to be crushed with a hug. “Goten…. Goten… I’m so sorry. I should have never brought you here.”
Not wanting to hear her apologies, he had gripped onto her chin and pressed his lips firmly on hers. “Grab onto me.”
“What?”
“Do it,” his whisper was harsh. Complying, she dug her fingernails into the fabric of his clothing as tightly as she could. “Whatever you do, don’t let go.” She merely stared at him. He wasn’t. “One… Two… Three…” Without any discussion of a plan, Goten and Bra had busted through the dressing room door and had flew out of the lingerie shop. This loud crash had alerted the gunmen and had sent them running to the source of the noise. To their disadvantage, the individual who had created this large mess was nowhere in sight. They had looked wildly from side to side, only to follow an even louder noise towards the exit. “Don’t let her get away!”
But they were already gone.
Bra and Goten had disappeared into the clouds in silence. Bra had only fixed her gaze at the large drop below them, simply attempting to wrap her mind around the incident that had occurred today. Why? Why did she have to subject Goten towards any type of danger? Of course, she was well aware that he was capable of caring for himself. Perhaps she just did not want him to see just how much danger she was in. She liked to think that she shared the same capability. In reality, she didn’t.
“We have to warn my mother and father,” she murmured.
“We’re leaving West City right now. We’re not going back.”
“They’ll kill them all, Goten!”
“Have you forgotten who your father is?”
Bra was in disbelief that she was actually arguing with Goten; she had always been under the assumption that he was rather submissive. She looked towards his face and noticed his eyes were darker than the blackest void. “Goten… I’ll never forgive myself.”
“Call them,” he suggested.
“I never told them about Marcus.”
Suddenly, he stopped his speed in mid-air. “You haven’t!?”
“Goten, you don’t understand!” She shouted. “My father would never forgive me if I never told him what I was up against…”
He swallowed. “I’d only be putting you in danger if we turn back.”
“Please…” She was at her last resort. Begging. She hated it.
The couple had landed in front of the door of the Capsule Corporation. Goten could not help but look at their surroundings as she let herself in. He dashed inside of the large residence behind her and had quickly slammed the door shut, yet he remained looking out of the large windows to ensure they had not been followed.
“Aunt Bra! Uncle Goten!” A young, innocent child’s voice had filled their ears. The half saiyan had immediately froze at her excited tone. Slowly, he turned around to confirm his fear by viewing his darling niece, Rin, running towards them. “I wanna play princess. Uncle Goten can be the big, scary monster! Grrrrrr!” He had finally realized that he was the ‘big, scary monster’… for he had never informed Trunks of the bond with his sister. “Come on, uncle Goten!” the three year old had begun to yank on his pants leg.
“I’m sorry, Rin,” Bra spoke softly. “I need to have a very important talk with your grandma.”
“But I wanna play now!” The beautiful little girl pouted her lips. If Bra was not suffering from such emotional distress, she would almost smile, as her beautiful niece was nearly identical to Pan. “I’m sorry… maybe later.”
“Rin? Where are you?” The couple stiffened when Rin’s father appeared from around the corner from where they were standing. “Oh! Hey Bra! … Goten? What are you doing here?” Goten did not have much of a chance to contribute to the new, awkward atmosphere that was created, for Bra had begun fighting back cries.
“Daddy, I wanna play princess!” Rin flicked her imaginary wand at her father.
“Go play, Rin…” Trunks rushed to his younger sister. “Bra, what’s going on?”
“Oh, Trunks,” She hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry.”
“What did you do?” He was confused. “And why is Goten here?”
“We need to talk,” Goten informed him. “There was a shooting today at West City Mall.”
“What? Bu—“
“Where’s mom?” Bra had asked.
Silently, Trunks let go of his sister and ushered the pair into the dining room, where Bulma and Pan were chattering excitedly over Rin’s progress. Bra could not look at any of her family, knowing that she is putting their lives on the line just by returning to the Capsule Corporation. No word could ever define the shame and the injury to her pride that she had felt at that moment. How could she bring up her situation without inducing a panic? Oh, hey mom. By the way, there’s a gang that is trying to kill me. Bra sighed, knowing that she was defeated, as Goten pulled out a chair for her and scooted her back towards the long dining table. He immediately sat beside her, watching every move that she made. This did not go unnoticed by Trunks, who was watching Goten’s every move.
“Bra! You’re finally home. And Goten! What a wonderful surprise!” Bulma greeted cheerfully. Without any warning, Bra immediately pressed her face against her hands and burst into hysterical sobs, simply not caring who would see her cave in to her emotions. “Bra!?”
Goten rubbed her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, yet it did not seem to affect her cries. Instead, she turned towards him and cried into his chest. He had closed his eyes and silently held her, wishing that he could speak for her. “Bra, you came here to tell them.”
“Tell us what?” Bulma had asked. “What’s this about?”
“I can’t…” Bra whispered to Goten.
“You have to, so I can hurry and get you to safety.”
“Safety!?” Trunks roared. “I’m sure we’re capable of protecting Bra ourselves, Goten, whatever this situation may be. Your services are not needed.”
The other half saiyan stood and glared at his best friend. “Excuse me? Bra is in danger. It’s my duty to protect her, too.”
“Since when!?” The two half-saiyans’ noses were barely touching as they each fought to maintain as much peace as possible.
“Boys, stop!” Pan stood and attempted to pry them apart.
“You marked my sister, didn’t you!?” Trunks ignored his wife’s warning. Though Goten was silent, tendons in his neck were visible as a result of his fury.
“That isn’t what this is about, Trunks!” Bra hysterically screamed.
“Then what is it about!?” Her brother’s rage shifted towards her.
“Please calm down!” Bulma shouted over them.
“How in the hell can I calm down when my best friend marked my sister!?”
“The same way I calmed down when you marked my niece!”
“ENOUGH!” Suddenly, the dining room was silent, as all eyes were staring at Vegeta’s aggravated scowl as he walked through the large doorway. He casually walked in, exchanging glances between the two feuding half-saiyan men. “Sit down!” The two, in perfect synchronization, immediately obeyed the prince. “Bra.”
The young woman stared at her father… “Dad… I…”
“Speak, girl.”
Bra swallowed under Vegeta’s intimidating stare and sighed. “A while ago, I was in a violent relationship with a man named Marcus. He died the night I left him from a drug overdose. His gang is blaming me for his death and they’re after me.”
“Oh, Bra…” Pan’s voice was soft as she reached across the table to take her in a hug.
“The brick…” Things had suddenly made sense for Bulma. “I’ll alert security immediately.” The mother jumped from her seat and pulled out her cellular telephone.
“I’m leaving the capsule corporation for a while,” Bra announced. “I don’t want to risk any of your lives by being here.”
“You don’t need to leave; we can protect you,” Trunks offered.
“My mind is made up.”
Trunks frowned.
“You have no time to leave,” she finally heard her father speak. Bra immediately looked up at Vegeta for the first time since her revelation. “What are you talking about?”
“Woman, take Pan and Rin to the basement. Trunks, come with me. Goten, get Bra out of here.”
Pan immediately scooped her young daughter into her arms and followed Bulma down the long staircase. Trunks and Goten then stood and followed Vegeta’s stare to the front door.
“What?” Bra’s forehead wrinkled.
“They’re already here.”
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